Chapter 282: Chloé Bardot, 14, buddies...

Darlene sent her waitresses and dancers to Wendy’s for regular touchups. Kate had an account there — just make a reservation and all systems were go.

Kate’s girls — well, really Darlene’s girls by now — considered the salon visits to be one of the nicest perks of the job. A head-to-toe makeover. A sensual massage. An orgasm. Or two, or three depending on your mood.

This morning, Darlene sent Rosie and Chloé together — as they’d been for Rosie’s very first visit.

This time the little girl surprised Rosie. When it was time for their massage, Chloé climbed up into bed with her friend. “I feel like snuggling.” She rested her head on Rosie’s arm and squirmed around until she was comfortable.

Rosie giggled, “Naughty girl.”

Chloé was so petite that her feet barely came down to Rosie’s knees. Rosie gazed up at the ceiling mirror. Intellectually she knew Chloé was a teenager. But she was so small. That heart-shaped angel-face with that short, pixie cut. Completely flat-chested with tiny pink nipples. And, that kindergartener’s vagina. Her little slit looked like a line drawn by a fine-tipped pen.

Chloé winked at her in the mirror, “I like looking at you.”

“Me too, babygirl, me too.”

The four Korean girls — two each — slathered them all over with lightly scented oils. Perhaps sensing the atmosphere in the room, they went directly to the erotic stage.

Chloé sighed, “Ah, good.”

She and Rosie watched each other in the mirror as the girls gently, expertly caressed their pussies and nipples. Chloé was more vocal when she came, but Rosie didn’t try to disguise her own orgasms.

And, Rosie realized that the added intensity came from the fact, the reality, that Chloé Bardot was right there — in her arms — as they climaxed side by side.